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Violence at the Gas-pump

a true story

The man held out the knife just as Dad left the gas station market. His hands filled with a bag of pistachios and a sugar-free iced tea — one of those wonderfully bitter varieties that refuses to overwhelm the taste buds with fructose and lemon extract. His hands fumbled with the car keys in his pocket, when the kid strode up behind him fingering a small pen-knife.

"Gimme all your cash, man."

“Gimme all your cash, man! Out with it now!”

Dad turned around while the woman beside him jumped hurriedly in her car. Dad’s eyes flit to the small pen-knife, while he cracks open a shelled nut, popping one into his mouth. The sound of electronic locks sound behind him.